closes my eyes and descends into my grave

evie is home, evie is worrying - his presence is a warm familiarity unlike anything she's used to, and his down to earth hands in the garden nature is a comfort more than she can describe. to the point where the dark marks under his fingernails are willed to be soil and not blood - if only she wasn't well aware of too many hints that say otherwise, but then she knows about trying to scrub her own palms. whatever evie's past, she's made up her mind that nevertheless she adores him and the quiet spaces they share together.

jericho is. worry, also, a deeper worry than evie, a deeper refusal to see things in front of her face. frustration, trickle of fear, desperate want to see him okay, desperate want to smack him sometimes LMAO - I think Io is also the most susceptible to jericho's laundry list of lies, if only because she wants so badly to believe them and grip the hands of someone who can see and understand and maybe if she doesn't question things she can hold on a little longer. she's good at not questioning! she's good at being lied to. she's good at looking to a ribbon tied to an arm instead of eyes dancing around in the way she's learned signals something.

gordon twists her brain up a little FHKDHSK;FJ I think she experiences a benign kind of smiling bewilderment at his escapades, all while reflecting on his illegal world bouncing practices and sprouting from the political background that would delight in seeing them both very dead and/or arrested. extremely steep spite in his place for his family, despite the extremely questionable nature there's an unrelenting kernel of pride for gordon going so against the place he came from